Glad you got to see your baby!

Paramedic. Had a patient I brought back...the ONLY SINGLE ONE patient I ever coded out of hundreds that came back, was completely neurologically intact, and ended up BETTER than before...was a NDE. To this day, it brings wonder to my semi-atheist existence.

The guy was a preacher, no less. He was in his 50's, had a…

I don’t care about this movie.

A second woman has also recounted disturbing interactions with Richardson. She gave him her phone number in November, after he pulled her over. He stopped her again in January to demand why she had changed it.

I’m particularly fond of her asking if using the word makes someone racist while repeatedly using it herself. I’m just asking questions, guys! Don’t mind the fact that I’m gleefully using a racial slur over and over again!

What? No. We just kept asking you nicely if you wanted to be a part of this fabulous country and you said no for some reason.

Funny you should mention this, right now, since I have been perusing your posts and wondering why you are not working as a wickedly funny, deliciously sardonic, deeply compassionate advice columnist? This is clearly your destiny.

I was just in the hospital for a lung infection and the whole process has made me reevaluate some things in my life. I’ve never been in the hospital overnight before, and the worst illness I had up until now was the flu. I hope to never take my health and fully functional body for granted again.  

Me too! Except for me it was at age 36 that I took a hard look at my shitty life and said “what the hell am I doing this for?” January 9, 2011 was the day I quit my corporate job and haven’t looked back.

The unfortunate thing is that a lot of those goals are for what people have told you you SHOULD want. If you’re anything like me, when you actually achieved those things, you stood back and said “aren’t I supposed to be happy now?” I followed all the rules and still wanted to slit my wrists. It was very eye opening…

I’m not at all goal oriented. I live/work surrounded by people who are and it’s really annoying because not a one of them is any happier than I am (including the uber-successful ones) but they’re all weirded out by the fact that I refuse to take part in the usual goal setting that is expected in my industry. In fact,…

I’ve been thinking a LOT about this lately (and when I say “lately”, I’m talking heavy rumination on and off for about 5 years). Anyhow, an idea has formed and keeps taking shape, but it’s this: our current culture (especially the last 20 years, i.e. the internet/tabloid years) is obsessed with attainment. I’m not…

I was for most of my life, in both school and work. I got a high position and title in my field when I was only 25 years old, and I spent my entire 20s and early 30s busting my ass. Now I’m 38, and don’t want ANY of this. I’m really over the stress and horrible work-life balance in my career. I’ve been feeling this…

One of the most startling things I ever read was in another physics text, which said something like, “For now we only know about our galaxy, the Milky Way, and our neighboring galaxy, Andromeda, which was only discovered fairly recently. There must be several more out there, possibly an infinite number. In theory our…

I thought I had career goals, none of which I’d ever achieved. I was past forty when it hit me that although I thought I had these goals, every time I had a choice to make career wise, I didn’t make it on the basis of what would help me reach them.  Rather, I had made every choice on basis of other, more deeply held…

This is so me. I’ve grown to really just wanting a mediocre life. After all, by definition most people are average. I’ve gotten sick of and angry at the implied social expectation of striving to be/appear “better” than other people.

I don’t really enjoy work. I don’t really understand career ambitions. I don’t think that would change no matter what my career was. I have interests, but none of them are lucrative. I work with troubled kids and I like a lot about it. They’re hilarious and I love it when they have their own accomplishments. But…

I read an article a while ago, the title was something like “What if all I want is a mediocre life?” The woman who wrote it talked about how she is content, but seems to be surrounded by people who are always striving for something more.

I think it’s when you realize that the whole “You’re smart and special!” thing is just something people tell you so you won’t quit school in third grade. Sylvia Plath summed it up nicely in The Bell Jar: “The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end.”

I was watching Law and Order reruns the other day (my one real goal) and the one came on where this insanely entitled ex-con who was the darling of the arty left because he wrote a book in prison stabbed a cabbie for no reason. Watching the drunken professors going on about how genius should be coddled and adored made…